Kemo's War Storiez: Mercy

As some of you already know from my previous installment, my mothers house got shot up and I was sent to live with my best friend. A couple of years, jail cells and shootouts later, I would receive a call from a brother creating a situation/learning experience that would become a defining point in my life. We'll call this guy 'Dre.'

Some years back, Dre used to be a concert promoter. At age 16 on his very first endeavor, Tupac was his first show. He was the youngest concert promoter the city had ever seen. Even though he and I weren't really homies for real he let me open up for every show that he and his investors brought to town because they dug my music. There were other older OG promoters that weren't to happy with Dre's success so they kidnapped him, beat him with baseball bats and told him that they would kill him if he ever brought another show to the city.

Dre was also a young small-time crack dealer just like me and most of our peers. One night at a hood store, he ran into a crackhead that owed him five dollars. When the crackhead exited the store, Dre followed him out around the back to the alley. He demanded the measly five bucks and when the man said that he didn't have it Dre shot him six times with a .38 revolver--murdering him in cold blood.

Now in a state of panic, broke and on the run, Dre went on a robbing spree. He robbed random victims on a quest to blow out of town as quick as possible. He took about seven-hundred dollars from about five people and caught a Greyhound bus to a very popular southern city. After being in this city for about a few months, he called ME of all people. He told me that he was suffering, on his last leg and really needed to see a familiar face. I was twenty years old and had never been out or even cared about leaving  Saint Louis. I went anyway. I caught a Greyhound bus and when I saw him I couldn't believe my eyes. He looked like a dirty, homeless streetwalker and at that moment I knew I wasn't gonna be leaving anytime soon. Even though I knew he really did some fowl s***, for some reason, I just couldn't leave dude the way he was.

With so much evil in me during that time, I still had the compassion to show another man the mercy of the most high. He managed to acquire a small unfurnished apartment but still didn't have any clotes. I only had about  eight hundred bucks to my name but I shared my money and clothes with him. I put curtains on the windows and I bought some food. After about a month, we were both two broke ass young n**** in a foriegn city. What do YOU think we did next?

-Kemo

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